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  • 作词 : Sir Alexander Boswell
    作曲 : Ludwig van Beethoven
    The pulse of an Irishman ever beats quicker,
    whan war is the story, or love is the theme;
    and place him where bullets fly thicker and thicker,
    you'll find him all cowardice scorning.
    And tho' a ball should maim poor Darby,
    light at the heart he rallies on:
    "Fortune is cruel, but Norah, my jewel,
    is kind, and with smiling, all sorrow beguiling,
    shall bid from our cabin all care to be gone,
    and how they will jig it, and tug at the spigot,
    an Patrick's day in the mornin'."
    O blest by the land in the wide western waters,
    sweet Erin, lov'd Erin, the pride of my song;
    still brave be the sons, and still fair be the daughters
    thy meads and thy mountains adorning!
    And tho' the eastern sun seems tardy,
    tho' the pure light of knowledge slow,
    night and delusion, and darkling confusion
    like mists from the river shall vanish for ever,
    and true Irish hearts with warm loyalty glow;
    and proud exaltation burst forth from the nation
    on Patrick's day in the mornin'.
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Sir Alexander Boswell
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Ludwig van Beethoven
    [00:09.56]The pulse of an Irishman ever beats quicker,
    [00:12.14]whan war is the story, or love is the theme;
    [00:14.69]and place him where bullets fly thicker and thicker,
    [00:17.39]you'll find him all cowardice scorning.
    [00:19.80]And tho' a ball should maim poor Darby,
    [00:22.48]light at the heart he rallies on:
    [00:24.94]"Fortune is cruel, but Norah, my jewel,
    [00:27.33]is kind, and with smiling, all sorrow beguiling,
    [00:29.93]shall bid from our cabin all care to be gone,
    [00:32.54]and how they will jig it, and tug at the spigot,
    [00:35.38]an Patrick's day in the mornin'."
    [01:02.20]O blest by the land in the wide western waters,
    [01:04.59]sweet Erin, lov'd Erin, the pride of my song;
    [01:06.81]still brave be the sons, and still fair be the daughters
    [01:09.46]thy meads and thy mountains adorning!
    [01:11.98]And tho' the eastern sun seems tardy,
    [01:14.75]tho' the pure light of knowledge slow,
    [01:16.93]night and delusion, and darkling confusion
    [01:19.70]like mists from the river shall vanish for ever,
    [01:22.25]and true Irish hearts with warm loyalty glow;
    [01:24.60]and proud exaltation burst forth from the nation
    [01:27.52]on Patrick's day in the mornin'.

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